By nature I'm a very shy person.

But sometimes when you're walking down the street and you make eye contact with a stranger, you can't help but smile. I love it when they say "Hi, how are you." Makes the world seem a little friendlier and smaller.

The thing is, I can't do the same with people at work or at the gym. I see them all the time on my way to the bathroom. Or in the elevator. Or in the locker room. I smile. But they just keep walking or going about their business. I'm too chicken to stop them and introduce myself. I keep telling myself, "you're new" but I've been here a year and half now.

5 more days til FREEDOM!!!

Sarah made me post this. I think the first one is pretty dang funny. She thinks that's the reason I like her...

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

2 eventful things that make life a little more interesting (and frustrating):

Yesterday my family went out to dinner because it was my aunts' last night before leaving for Korea. We went out to dinner at Brothers Restaurant. Haven't had kalbi in so long. My sister and I had the job of cooking. My hand still smelled like kalbi even after I showered later that night. Anyway, after dinner we were headed for my mom's friend's house for dessert. Come to the car to find my mom had freakin left the windows wide open. So I reach in to open the door, but the car goes into "break-in" alert. The alarm starts sounding and as luck would have it, my sister didn't bring the disabler. Alarm is going off, engine isn't starting, the security guy comes over, and the whole time I'm thinking, How can you leave the windows open in a public parking lot in the middle of the Richmond district??? So we lock the door, alarm starts going off again, but now that we used the key to open, I guess the car recognized we're legit and decided to shut up.

Story 2:

This morning I walked into the office and went through my morning routine. Put my stuff down, take food and water bottle to kitchen. But on my way to the kitchen my eye started bothering me so I rubbed it. Next thing I know I can't see out of my right eye. I was praying my contact was still inside my eye as I ran to get a mirror. Nope. On the ground somewhere. So I was on my hands and knees looking for my contact at the same time praying my boss wouldn't walk in right then. Luckily my senior walked in and there we were, both on our hands and knees. I'm happy to report the contact is now happily swimming in my right eye.

some of the folks at KAPC 

We're total posers. We were making faces on the revolution... 

A week and half to go til my last exam, and I can't seem to focus. It's been a long run, and I know if I don't study now it'll be even longer. So I should be diligent. But it's so hard.

Great America was fun. The lines for the rides seemed shorter. But I think it's because I've gotten older. Waiting in line is tiring. The rides don't seem as thrilling. Or maybe I've just been to Great American one too many times.

For all you haters out there, Steven Curtis Chapman played both the "Saddle up your horses" and "Jesus is life, yeah, whoa oh oh oh" songs. :) They're such funny songs. I'll try to post some pictures later tonight.

I am so sore. I took a class at the gym yesterday. Squats. Dips. Pushups. Bicep Curls. Kicks. That about sums up the class nicely. I try to avoid lifting heavier weights in fear of bulking up, but the instructor said minimum 10lbs. I know that's not much, but when you're doing a lot of reps, it can get HEAVY.

Let me first disclaim what I'm going to say next by reminding you that korean "she-jang" clothes are not made from very good material and that my shirt was old by this time.

I got this button down shirt in Korea 5 years ago when I went to visit after high school. Being a relatively new, young, working professional, I didn't have very many work clothes. But one of my outfits was that button down shirt with a sweater vest over it.

Well, I was wearing my outfit, typing away at my cubicle when I felt a need to stretch my arms. I lifted my arms for a stretch when I heard the unmistakeable ZZZZRRRPPP! My shirt split down the middle. Man... talk about feeling like the Incredible Hulk. I was super embarassed and hope no one heard anything. All I remember thinking is, "I'm so glad I'm wearing this vest right now."

This is why I try to avoid lifting heavy weights. Well, this and just being stocky all my life. Light on the weight, more reps is what people tell me. I'm trying to stick by that rule.

My sister can still kick my butt in arm-wrestling though. Don't know where she hides her muscles, but she's tiny.